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of a grip on that pussy my breathing alright but my dick chocking
It's after midnight and I'm by the ATM like I'm securing the bank motion
I gotta stain
givenchy
And,
She being romantic
She must be from France
By the way she speaking
Excusez-moi madame
I think that I must like you
Je m'appelle
Frank
of mediocre mode, pay for a DBA
The man with the mic goes by Famous Frank James
Dang gang, it's all cool beans
Pop two or three, A, B, C, D, E
Bitch I'm from
hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick
on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"
I can see them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains
It's me and you Frank we're
hit nigga this a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some
begun
See I'm loved by many but defined by none
It's Mega
Now we Up, No Cap (No Cap)
Wit a diamond in the back, and we still countin Racks
No Lease, (No
This skank be acting like her shit don't stank
Long as I'm covered in franks, give a fuck what she thank
Putting gas in my tank, I'm on my way
done came bitch
I feel like Frank Gallagher I'm shameless
Yeah I'm shameless
Chasin' bills
My life a thrill
Feel like Hank Hill yeah
King of the Hill
bitches on hush (Yea)
Know I'm surrounded by vouchers
Riding my wave like the ocean (Yea)
Riding my ohhh
Two cups, lil codeine, finna fade (Yea, yea)
Am I
could freeze Snow White
Don't get geek'd she a freak but bring me peace in life
I keep it frank we by the ocean and her jeans off white
She gave me head
the boof by the pack (woo!), I fucked your boo on her back
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set,
Punish her (Punisher) shit, Frank Castle
Shoot my shot in this bitch like Rambo
Barely go out, still around tho
plots on the kid since all white vans
but not Sodo
I’m of those who battled oppression since the start of this
Who seen life treated like a snow globe held in the darkest sense
By one with
You motherfuckers looking up
Quit with your bitching
I'm flipping the switch I'm a motherfucking veteran
Trouble I been making Ima cop Ben Frank's
a clerk
And I’m frank with a nigga like my first Name must be Kirk
Wipe the smirk off your face or get popped like a perc
Popped like a Willy ,like
(What? yeah)
Way before I rocked out tours
Or fucked on groupie whores
Frank Zulu Better
Don't blemish my image
By mentioning
Subpar competitors (Nah)
Met
I got a message in a bottle
Wrote up real nice like
It read retire, and I mean by tonight, tonight
They must've drank out that bottle, so
Can't predict the moment
Really I just go in
Thinking that I know but I don't
Did you notice
I be zoning
Listen to Frank ocean
Add some emotion
playing ding dong ditch
Now she starin' at my kicks ah, shit
Make it dance look at my wrist watch
Benji Franks stuffed in my pants, they lookin' pissed off
of
Bastard little shit's
And anyone who looks younger than me
Makes me check for my wallet, my phone
and my keys
And I'm tired of being tired out
Always
over ya, nice knowing ya
[Chorus x2]
[Frank V]
Holla at your boy Frank V when I'm rolling through your area
But not too loud 'cause you know that I
over ya, nice knowing ya
[Chorus x2]
[Frank V]
Holla at your boy Frank V when I'm rolling through your area
But not too loud 'cause you know that I
nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease free bitch, check it
I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with
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